The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

This play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.

She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw — I don't say she will, but she can.

The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

Then she told herself to stop her nonsense. If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them, more easily each time, so easily, soon, that you did not even realize you had gone out searching. Women alone often developed into experts at the practice. She must never join their dismal league.